Miss Frankenstein

[Intro] (Extremely intimate. Just a dark, felt-dampened upright piano playing a slow, wavering waltz chord progression. Lots of negative space. We hear the mechanics of the piano pedals and your breath before the vocal starts.) [Verse 1] (Vocals are bone-dry, close-mic'd, almost conversational. You are confessing this, not performing it.) You washed all the ruin right out of my clothes And memorized every dark place that my head goes You poured down the sink what I hid in the drawer And held my head while I just shook on the floor I lived in the shelter you built out of bone But I can't just stay 'cause I owe you a home [Pre-Chorus 1] (A low, slow kick drum starts hitting on the 1-beat. A single mournful cello slides in underneath the piano. The tension rises.) Now you're sitting right there on the edge of the bed Just watching the monster you pulled from the dead... [Chorus 1] (The drop. The arrangement widens immensely. Thick bass, crashing ride cymbals, vintage Mellotron strings, and plate reverb on your vocal. You belt this out.) And it feels like loooosing the war that you won You tied off the bleeding, I'm coming undone I know it feels like treason to pack up the room To take the life that you gave me, and walk out on you [Verse 2] (The music completely drops out. Back to just you and the piano, but now there's a tight, brushed snare drum keeping that waltz groove going. It feels like a smoky, empty jazz club.) I wish that you would scream now, throw a bottle at the wall Oh, I need to be the bad guy as I'm walking down the hall But you pour a cup of coffee and you ask me for a hug You say you understand it while I pull the fucking plug [Pre-Chorus 2] (The cello returns, but more urgent. The kick drum is heavier.) Now we're standing right here by the frame of the door And the monster you saved doesn't need you no more... [Chorus 2] (Even bigger than the first. Maximum emotional desperation. Layered harmonies of your own voice panned wide left and right.) And it feels like loooosing the war that you won You tied off the bleeding, I'm coming undone I know it feels like treason to pack up the room To take the life that you gave me, and walk out on you [Outro] (No bridge. We launch straight from Chorus 2 into an extended, cinematic swell. Horns join the strings. The drums become chaotic and apocalyptic. Your vocals push to the absolute top of your register, cracking with emotion. You repeat fragments as the music tries to drown you out.) Yeah, I take the life that you gave me... And walk out on you... I'm walking right out on you! Oh, the war that you won... Look what I have undone... What I have undone... (Vocals fade into the mix) What I have undone... What I have undone...